Today is June 11, a Thursday.  Though official summer is still some ten days off, it strikes me as an unfair trick that for the past two days my radiators have come on.  As I sat in the bathtub with hair slathered in olive oil and face covered in aspirin mask feeling the heat pumping out of the unseasonal beast, I couldn’t help but feel a little cheated.  Stop it, Chicago!  I want for my beach.  I want for my bike.